Wednesday, March 14, 2012

THURSDAY THIRTEEN #163


 THIRTEEN UP-TO-THE-MINUTE THINGS ABOUT ME

I am quite sure I stole this from some other blogger. I apologize for not giving him or her attribution but I no longer remember where it came from.

1. Outside my window… is my cat Reynaldo's favorite tree. The squirrels and birds should return soon, which will bring a quiver to his tail.

2. I am thankful… that the worst of the Recession seems over.

3. In the kitchen… are my Sodastream and George Foreman Grill, two appliances I never thought I would become so attached to.

4. I am wearing… the silver scroll ring you see here. I bought it at a shop called The Golden Ball in Colonial Williamsburg last year. I'll be back the first week in April!

5. I am creating… yet another TT!

6. I am going…to sort through that stack of magazines one of these days. Really, I am!

7. I am reading… Mona Lisa in Camelot. I had no idea that, 50 years ago this December, the world's most famous painting sailed over to the United States for a visit.

8. I am learning… that while FB and Twitter are nice places to visit, for me, Blogger is forever

9. I am pondering… taking May 20-21 off. That's when the NATO Summit comes to Chicago and I really don't think I want to deal with the crowds and protestors and press and security. 

10. A favorite quote… "East is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does." Groucho Marx

11. One of my favorite things… is Cubs baseball! First game: Cubs v. Nationals within the Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field on Thursday, 4/5.

12. A few plans for the rest of the week… l don't know. I have no doctor/dentist/hair appointments planned, which is nice. I could use some lazy time!

13. A peek into my day… I'm not sure what's on tap at work on Thursday. I took Wednesday off as a personal day, so there may be a surprise or two awaiting me.

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Scared over nothing

I actually had a nightmare last night that, when the new toilet was installed today, the handyman would find a ton of rot and mildew and other manner of ugly under the tiles in my bathroom. And then the work would be major and the cats and I would have to move out and it would be cripplingly expensive.

It all went fine! On schedule, within budget. Why do I make myself so crazy?

Today was unseasonably warm, with the mercury hitting 80º. I had the ac on in the living room for the first time and it was pretty anemic. I went on Angie's List and found a local company that gets very high marks. Hopefully I can get this repaired as efficiently as my adventures in plumbing, and without the agita!


I miss my grandpa

Yesterday, as I was waiting for the train to come back to Chicago, I eavesdropped on a girl named Andrea and her dear, downstate grandpa. She was in her late teens/early 20s and was in her hometown to get her bike and other odds and ends she had at his house. He clearly didn't want to let her go. "You can come home any Friday night and leave on Sunday," he reminded her of the Amtrak schedule. He made her check her wallet, right there on that platform, to make sure she had the $20 it would take her to get from the Chicago train station to her apartment. She had $8. He gave her a $50, and said wistfully, "Maybe I could come up some weekend to catch a Cubs game ..."

Helping her load her Huffy bike onto the train, he told all of us, "That bike is going to Wrigleyville, by Cubs park." He was clearly as proud of her for going off to the big city as he was sad to say goodbye.

Because of the conductor and the bike, Andrea got separated from her grandfather. She wasn't able to kiss him but she did call out to him, "I love you, Grandpa!"

You should, Andrea, you should. Treasure him. No one is ever going to love you as unconditionally as your grandpa.


My grandpa died when I was a junior in high school and I miss him still. He was endlessly patient with me. He encouraged me to read aloud to him and would "oooh" and "aaah" over my original compositions. He laughed at all my jokes and could not abide my tears. I thought he made up the song, "Come to me, my Melancholy Baby" just for me, to comfort me when I cried. No one hugged like my grandpa. I remember the feel of his chest hair against my cheek and the smell of his cigars and licorice throat lozenges. He celebrated my spirit and independence, when everyone else in the family was calling me "difficult" and "mouthy."

Andrea, dear girl, you don't know how lucky you are to have that man, waiting for you on the platform.



In all, a good day

Yesterday was a long-ass day. I was on an Amtrak train at 7:00 AM, heading down for a client presentation. I was nervous -- red spot is now a mere irritation, but it's still there right in the middle of my lip. I hate the thought of my intimate little audience fixating on "the bouncing ball" while I spoke. My partner in the presentation was The Chocolate-Covered Spider and while she and I are getting along better, I still worry that she focuses on my mistakes instead of my successes.

The train left and arrived on time, giving me some time before the meeting to shop. There's a massive mall not too far from the client's office, and the Goodwill Sale is going on. I turned three sweaters into a new watch, a new umbrella and some Clinique undereye cream!

Then I had lunch with the Spider. It wasn't bad. She was a good influence on me and I had salad. I was cognizant of the fact that I was squeezed into the biggest dress slacks I own.

The presentation took just under an hour and it went well. Our client was way more interested in moving the needle and trying something new than I expected.

So now it was 2:30, and my train home wasn't till nearly 6:00. I was more willing to wait for Amtrak than to hang around and catch a ride back with the Spider. 2.5-3 hours in the car with her as she deals with rush hour traffic seemed an unnecessary test of our detente. Instead I sneaked away to the tiny coffee shop in the basement of our clients' offices and wrote a letter to my cousin Rosemary. Then I went to a lovely little local salon and had a massage ($60 -- including tip -- for 45 minutes, not bad), grabbed a sandwich at Subway and headed back to Chicagoland on Amtrak.

Glad I did it all.


WWW.WEDNESDAY

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…

• What are you currently reading? 
Another Piece of My Heart by chick-lit author extraordinaire, Jane Green. This is the tale of Andi, a newly-40 Bay Area bride who is happy with the man of her dreams, but not with his teenage daughter.

• What did you recently finish reading?
Mona Lisa in Camelot: How Jacqueline Kennedy and Da Vinci's Masterpiece Charmed and Captivated a Nation. This book was a breezy look at a chapter of history I'd known little about. I'm intrigued that JFK used the international good will generated by Jackie and this great work of art to help cool things down during the arms race. Right now so many of our politicians seem so proudly anti-intellectual that I doubt this could happen today. And I was impressed by how willful The First Lady could be when she wanted something, and she wanted average Americans, those who could never fly to France, to see the Mona Lisa here in person. And boy, was Jackie ever successful. During her stops in New York and Washington DC, La Joconde saw more than a million Americans file past her. 

• What do you think you’ll read next? Fab: An Intimate Life of Paul McCartney by Howard Sounes.


Monday, March 12, 2012

A tall hot chocolate and a shot of Bruce

On my way back to the elevators from the ATM, I stopped at Starbuck's and, in addition to less than 290 calories worth of chocolate, I got Bruce Springsteen's latest, Wrecking Ball. In all, a most satisfying afternoon escape from my desk!

Trifecta

This week's challenge:  Check out the third definition of trail (below), and use the word exactly as it appears, in no less than 33 and no more than 333 words.

trail verb \ˈtrāl\


3:     to move, flow, or extend slowly in thin streams


The Good That Men Do
She refolded his note on the creases and tucked it back into her wallet. In the years since he left it on her desk, she’d only looked at it a few times. But the important thing was, she knew the note was there, with her always, and she knew what it said: “You have great insight, you are compassionate, and you do things all the time that make a difference in peoples’ lives.”


He had been her friend, and though he was gone his love continued to trail almost imperceptibly through her life, seeping into her heart and strengthening it so subtly that sometimes she didn’t even notice it anymore.

But then there were other times, like today, when she reached for that piece of simple white notepaper, with its message scrawled in blue ballpoint, and fingered it like it was a rare treasure.
 
According to Shakespeare, “The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones." Oft, yes, but not always. 


Sunday, March 11, 2012

Sunday Stealing


1. Are you in a job that you truly enjoy?
Yes, at times I really do. Even after all these years.

2. If you could do any job in the world what would it be?
Pet sitter. I have a way with critters.

3. If you could be a character in a novel who would you be?
Jo in Little Women. Still looking for my own Professor Bhaer.

4. When it comes to spending time with those you love, do you think it should be about quality or quantity? Quality. But then, that's because I'm a bit of a hermit

5. Is there a job/career you wanted but realized you couldn’t possibly do for one reason or another? Lighthouse keeper. Because it's all done by computer now.

6. If you could live anywhere in the world or out of this world where would you live?
Wherever it was the Jetsons lived. So I could have a flying car and a robot maid.

7. Where would you most like to visit and who with?
Right now I'd like to visit a nice, quiet booth with my best friend. I miss him very much and could really use a hug.

8. Which skill would you like to learn?
I'd still like to learn to speak Spanish. I got distracted last summer by health problems. I still have all the CDs and the text book, so I can start again.

9. What made you laugh today? This statue. It's truly in left center in the Marlins Park. Really. When it appeared on the TV screen, the announcers sang, "Picture yourself in a boat on a river ..."

10. What are you looking forward to tomorrow? Nothing specific. I'd just like to catch up on a little work around the house and maybe prep a little for a big presentation I have on Tuesday. That doesn't sound like fun, I know, but it would make me feel more confident.

11. What is your sign and do you believe in horoscopes etc? I'm on the cusp of Scorpio and Sagittarius. And I don't know how I feel about it.

12. If you could change one thing about your life thus far, what would it be? Right now, I'd change that awful red spot on my face!

13. If there was one charity you could give a huge contribution to, which charity would it be and why? My local food pantry. Because it serves my neighbors who are suffering.

14. Should smoking be legal? I thought it was.

15. What are your views on the smoking ban in public places? Amen! Your bad habit doesn't get to darken my lungs.

16. Why do you blog? To create an accurate snapshot of my life at this moment.

17. Do you have a favorite author? William Goldman, who wrote The Princess Bride. He's recently turned 80, so I think he's retired.

18. Can you play any musical instruments? Nope.

19. What would your ideal car be? One that comes with a driver.

20. Describe yourself in one short sentence. She's sorry about the red spot on her face.

21. What do you look for in a spouse/other half? Touchable hair.

22. Worst meal you’ve had? Nothing springs to mind. Sorry.

23. What do you do to relax in the evening? Watching my TV boyfriend, Mark Harmon on NCIS. Between USA Network, CBS and Comcast ON DEMAND, I can pretty much watch it any time.

24. Do you get along with your siblings? No. And if you knew them, you wouldn't either.

25. Do you have any regrets? I've had a few. But then again, too few to mention.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Self Portrait

I was at the dentist for about two hours this morning. It wasn't so bad. She removed the temporary crown, dug around and cleaned things up, took an impression for the new crown, and replaced the temporary. No big deal, right?

The blue gunk overflowed the impression tray and sat on my skin for a while -- less than 10 minutes while the gunk was hardening. Long enough for it to really irritate my skin. I now have a bright red spot on the philtral column between my nose and lips. I am just soooo happy about this.

Especially because I have a big client presentation Tuesday. The only thing worse than being standing in front of your clients knowing you are a big fat moo-cow is knowing you are a big fat moo-cow with a bright red spot near your mouth.

I am miserable!


Saturday 9


1. Have you ever had a romantic breakup that was easy? Amazingly, yes. We both knew it wasn't going anywhere and he decided to move to Columbus to be nearer his brother and it just sort of ... faded away.

2. When was the first time that you felt betrayed? In grade school, when the contents of a note I passed to a friend somehow became public.

3. Do you feel religious beliefs should have a role in politics? Well, if a politician has a relationship with a higher being, that probably helps keep him or her grounded and comforted. I know that's the role religion play in my life. BUT IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT! I agree with the speech JFK made that makes Rick Santorum, as he so elegantly puts it, "throw up."

4. Are you doing anything special this weekend? I just got a crown replaced this morning and my jaw is still numb. I'm going to wait to see if I'm in any discomfort before I decide what to do next. (Sexy answer, huh?)

5. Oreo cookies turned 100 years old this week. How do YOU eat an Oreo? If I'm alone, I'll take it apart and lick off the icing. If I'm in public, I'll observe decorum and nibble it daintily.

6. If you could change something about yourself, what would it be? My big fat moo-cowness. I'm working on diet and exercise, but obviously not hard enough.

7. Describe a time when you should have tried harder. See above.

8. What is your favorite baseball-related movie? The Natural. Where my favorite actor meets my favorite sport in my favorite ballpark. Did you know that Roy Hobbs/Robert Redford actually threw out the ball on opening day at Wrigley Field last year? It was very emotional for me. (And if you think I'm kidding about that, you don't visit this blog often.)

9. What is one lesson you have learned in the past year? I just now realized that sometimes, when I am trying to solve people's problems for them and make their lives easier, I am actually making them feel incompetent. I am working on this. After all, my goal is to help my friends, not hurt their feelings.

Friday, March 09, 2012

Gone Too Soon Blogathon -- In Celebration of the King

NEWBIE NOTICE: This is the first time I have ever participated in a movie-lovers' blogathon like the one introduced by Comet over Hollywood, and I hope I'm doing it right!

The theme is “Gone Too Soon” -- 
spotlighting stars 
who died before the age of 50.

When Elvis Presley died in the summer of 1977, he was just 42 and, unfortunately, his movie career was long over. His last performance as an actor was in the ridiculous Change of Habit (1969), which featured him as a ghetto doctor so compelling that hip nun Mary Tyler Moore has a hard time choosing between The King and The Lord. 

What's that? You haven't seen Change of Habit? Oh, you must! When, to borrow from Miss Holly Golightly, you're getting fat or it's been raining too long or you're just sad, nothing hits the spot like a big glass of milk, a box of Nilla Vanilla Wafers and a campy Elvis movie. While most of the 32 films Elvis made are really goofy trifles, those are not the ones I want to concentrate on today. 

Instead there are a handful of Elvis movies that show flashes of brilliance. You can see a naturally gifted actor on display, and it makes the fact that his talent was mostly wasted on drek, and that we lost him before he could rehabilitate his legacy as an actor, all the sadder. 

It's poignant to recall that Elvis wanted to be an actor, not a movie star. He longed to someday share the screen with his own idol, Tony Curtis, and really wanted the Earl Holliman role supporting the Great Kate Hepburn and Burt Lancaster in The Rainmaker. Instead, Col. Tom Parker and Hal Wallis steered him into quick-to-produce musicals, putting him in lead roles before he was ready, because they wanted the fast soundtrack dollars. When you see how well he handles himself in these three movies, made back-to-back-back in rapid succession before he went into the Army, you long for what might have been.

In his second movie, Loving You (1957), Elvis played Deke Rivers, a country boy very much like ... well, Elvis Presley. He's a truck driver one day and a rock star the next when he's discovered by sleazy, big-city publicist Glenda Merkle (the always entertaining Lizbeth Scott) and her C&W star client, Tex (Wendall Corey). Deke is at heart an innocent and he confuses Glenda's seduction -- motivated by lust and an interest in controlling her hot new property -- with love and almost loses his "good girl" small-town girlfriend, played by (Sister) Dolores Hart

Watch for the great scene toward the end where the disillusioned Deke confronts Glenda. It's played with great conviction, perhaps because it reflects how young Elvis was beginning to feel about Wallis and Parker and everyone else in his real life who treated him like one big hunka meat they could each take a bite out of. "It's not my future you care about, it's yours! It's what I can do for you. You don't care about me!"

Next up is Jailhouse Rock (1957).Yes, of course you have seen the iconic title number. But in my favorite moment, he is absolutely silent. Elvis/Vince is hanging around in a bar. There's a stripper on stage. All we see are her legs. Watch where Vince focuses his eyes. It's funny and lascivious and establishes Vince as every boy our parents ever warned us about. 

He handles many of his lines in the same light, bad-boy manner, and it's easy to imagine him growing into the kind of roles Burt Reynolds became known for. For example, when a girl resists his advances, saying, "How DARE you think such cheap tactics would work with me?" our hero responds, "Them ain't tactics, Honey. That's just the beast in me." Said with a sneer and with his tongue in his cheek. (Think that's easy to do? Try it yourself at home!)

The last in this trilogy is King Creole (1958). Directed by Michael Curtiz (yes, that Michael Curtiz!), this movie has a very strong cast, including Carolyn Jones, Vic Morrow and a very nasty Walter Matthau. Elvis said Danny was his best role, and I think he's right. 

The plot is a 50's vintage, poor man's Bronx Tale: Slum kid torn between two kinds of men (his poor but honest father and the more successful but slimy mobsters who run the town) as well as those two age-old types of women (Sister Dolores again and the gangster's #1 moll). 

After Danny is expelled from school (and the movie deserves points for acknowledging he must be the oldest high school senior in school history) for fighting and just general surliness, his father tells him that a real man doesn't try to solve every problem with "a punch in the mouth." Danny responds with real frustration and contempt: "I stopped listening to you when I ran out of other cheeks! I remember when I was no more than 3 feet high you took me to the circus. You accidentally bumped into some guy and he turned around and punched you. He punched you right in the mouth, and you know what you did? Nothing! Nothing! When they swing at you, Pop, it's not enough to duck, you gotta swing back! Maybe you can't anymore, but I'm not taking after you. You go to school, I'm going out and make a buck." 

So yes, it's OK to laugh at crap like Viva Las Vegas and Clambake, but it would be tragic to forget that, at one point, Elvis wanted to make films he could be proud of. I mourn the actor he longed to be and I believe he could have been.




Trifecta

The weekend's challenge: This weekend's challenge is to give us a story or snippet of a story which includes, in exactly 33 words, a justified exclamation point.

Oh, who knew his touch would be so knowing, his skin so cool and his lips so sweet? This was better than Disneyland! She couldn’t wait to see what other thrills awaited her.


Thursday, March 08, 2012

Leaving on a jet plane

My annual spa trip is just over three weeks away! I have reservations for four nights at the Chiswell-Bucktrout Kitchen, one of the Colonial Houses on the grounds of Colonial Williamsburg. Three sessions of pampering are booked over three consecutive days, at the spa right there at the resort. My flights are free, thanks to my Citi/AA credit card. I have transportation to and from ORD. Now I'm just waiting to book the same to get me from and to RIC.

I like this part of travel. When you're planning, when you're anticipating all the fun you'll have, before the bills come in.








Image: digitalart / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

My grandma would have called it "a foundation garment"

I'm talking about that powerful Lycra/spandex thing I will be wearing under my gray slacks when I present to the client. Cass calls it a "contour boyleg panty" but I call it uncomfortable. However it's that or suicide, as I promised myself if I ever got to the point where I couldn't fit into those gray slacks I'd kill myself.


Wednesday, March 07, 2012

THURSDAY THIRTEEN #162


THIRTEEN SEARCHES 
THAT BROUGHT VISITORS
TO MY BLOG

Just because Statcounter tells me these searches are how people found me doesn't mean I was what they were looking for. I also don't pretend to understand why Googlers were searching for these phrases.

1) "Leonardo di Caprio on The Facts of Life" -- Leo was never on The Facts of Life, George Clooney was. But I mentioned them both in a recent TT about Oscar's Best Actor Nominees.

2) "Stephen Colbert's ears" -- This post did recount a weird dream I had about Mr. Colbert, but I made no mention of his ears

3) "Jean DuJardin's teeth" -- This post celebrates Uggie, the true star of The Artist, and includes DuJardin, but I never mentioned the man's teeth

4) "awaiting snow" -- A visitor from Sweden searched for that phrase and found this 2010 post. I apologize for impression I may have left about Americans.

5) "how do corn flakes fall?" -- A visitor from the Philippines asked this. In this recent Sunday Stealing post, I mentioned that I had corn flakes for breakfast. I made no mention of the impact of gravity on this cereal, though.

6) "Aunt Stella Uncle Joe died" -- I understand this one! It's from a once-ubiquitous Colonial Penn commercial that I was very, very familiar with and referenced in this meme.

7) "Robert the Doll" -- The haunted doll I wrote about is a Key West legend and has quite a following

8) "I love him but he embarrasses me" -- That search ended in this post and clip re: "Frank Mills," a song from the musical Hair that includes the line, "I love him, but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him."

9) "gal paint top" -- I don't know what this visitor from the Philippines was looking for, but they ended up at this post about the painting party my best friend had for his daughter.

10) "Can you talk without a tongue?" -- I'm sorry that Google thought this question could be answered by my post about my cat Charlotte's tongue

11) "happy football" -- Somehow search led to this post about my nephew's soccer team. The word "football" doesn't appear once.

12) "Too bad, so sad" -- This phrase was the title of a 2010 post about Princess Lee Radziwill


13) "The next Pope after Benedict" -- Well, I did mention Pope Benedict in this post about Rick Santorum



For more information about the Thursday Thirteen,
or to play yourself, click here.

I Want Wednesday

I want my right thumb nail back! I tore it and now it's so short that my thumb feels a little vulnerable and it looks kinda creepy.


WWW.WEDNESDAY

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…

• What are you currently reading? Mona Lisa in Camelot: How Jacqueline Kennedy and Da Vinci's Masterpiece Charmed and Captivated a Nation. Well, the title says it all, doesn't it? I didn't know that the Mona Lisa ever left the Louvre, and I'd never heard how the First Lady personally charmed the French Minister of Culture into letting her have it for the National Gallery. We live in a world where the President is called "a snob" for wanting kids to go to college, and where one of the Presidential candidates won't speak French on camera (he lived in France for more than two years) for fear of appearing "elite." This trip back 50 years to a country that was proud of our own cultural heritage and curious about the rest of world's is fascinating and heartening. Not only am I an unabashed Jackie-phile, I saw the Mona Lisa when I visited Paris and it was one of the great OMG moments of my life, so I am thoroughly enjoying this book.

• What did you recently finish reading? LA Mental. A thriller about The Crandalls, a wealthy and established Los Angeles family that is suddenly coming apart at the seams. One of the sons, who has always been able to hold his blow, lets his drug habit get away from him and ends up in the hospital. The dull, accountant son is uncharacteristically stepping out on his wife and daughter with a sexy female film exec. The only daughter thought no one would ever know about that one last fling before her wedding ... until she's blackmailed. The oldest son, Dr. Tom, is watching is siblings and asking, "What the fu ...?" This book has a definite sci-fi overlay to it, and I wasn't crazy about that. But otherwise, I enjoyed the time I spent with it.

• What do you think you’ll read next?
Another Piece of My Heart by chick-lit author extraordinaire, Jane Green.

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Old Dog Learns New Tricks

Did you know there's a difference between not responding at all and not responding immediately? Apparently there is.

For the last couple weeks I have been emailing my best friend about some things that have been weighing heavily on me: most notably my "friend" Kathy and an ex who just keeps popping up like a demonic Jack in the Box Clown.

My best friend made it very plain that he doesn't feel equipped to "advise" me on these things. I have responded that I don't want "advice," I want his support. He said "OK," and then … nothing. For days.

This left me hurt, sad, lonely, preoccupied. Finally I confronted him. He seemed surprised that I was tying myself up in knots about this. "Your issues are  complicated and I do feel a significant pressure to respond appropriately. More to come ..."

Oh.

I don't know why I doubted him. He has always displayed a lot of common sense. 

I guess I have to work at being patient. And trusting. I can do this. My own life would be easier if I learned/lived this. It would result in less drama, and let's face it, I don't need to create drama -- life tosses it at me just naturally.



The new phone is here! The new phone is here!*

 I am the proud owner of a VTech CS6419, the cheapest cordless phone my local Radio Shack sells.

There was a time when choosing a new phone was fun. When it was my only link to the world outside my parents' house. When getting a Princess phone that was neither white nor black was a status symbol.

Those days are gone. This was a strictly utilitarian purchase, and I approached it with the same enthusiasm as I do shelling out hard-earned bucks for a new toilet.


 *With apologies to Steve Martin.

Monday, March 05, 2012

Trifecta

This week's challenge: Between 33 and 333 words from (and including) the third definition of the word:
1: generally used, applied, or accepted
2: vernacular

This was big -- her first client lunch back. The first time she had entertained out-of-town business associates since returning to the workforce after two years off with Rosemary.

She had done her homework. This restaurant, Altus, had received raves from Wine Spectator and Fodor’s, so if her guests Googled it, they would see that she had brought them to one of Chicago’s finest.  When she made the reservation she specifically requested a table with a view so her clients could watch the boats glide along Lake Michigan.

And, oh, the care that had gone into choosing today’s outfit! After considering everything in her closet, and in her best friend’s closet, she slipped into her black and beige linen sweater dress, topped with a (borrowed) textured beige jacket. Thank God her reliable black kitten heels still looked just right. The overall effect was understated quality, as though she dressed like this, lunched out like this, all the time.

She appeared poised and sounded confident. Like she belonged at that table, in this restaurant, with these people. So why was it that as she savored the Lobster Portuguese and sipped a 2006 California Chardonnay, she really wished she was having Spaghetti-o’s and apple juice with Rosie? It made her smile to think of the sturdy plastic play table where they lunched together at home. The bright purple, yellow and green would have looked vulgar in the refined atmosphere of Altus, but it was the perfect complement to the Dora the Explorer décor of their family room.



 

A new homeowner experience

I have to buy a new toilet. My handyman will pick it up for me and install it on Wednesday, March 14. I haven't ever shopped for a toilet and don't know that I care what I sit on.

But it is a learning experience. Toilets can be very inexpensive -- there are a variety that are less than $200! And the handyman won't charge me more than another $200. So while this is not an expense I planned for or welcome, I do have a slush fund for emergencies of this type and that will cover it.

In 2006, my adventures were with the ac and the refrigerator. Now it's the toilet. I am becoming a seasoned homeowner.


Sunday, March 04, 2012

Sunday Stealing


Cheers to all of us thieves!

1. Why is your favorite color your favorite? My favorite color is Pantone 294 because it's Cubbie blue.

 2. Do you prefer dogs or cats or do you just hate animals, and want to kill baby seals? I do not prefer cats or dogs, love them all, and think this question is just awful.

3. How much time do you spend on the computer? Too much.

4. Not including porn, what do you do on the computer? Email, FB, Pogo, and, of course, this here blog.

5. Are you a clock watcher? Yes.
  

6. What do you/did you look for in a partner? Shallow answer: nice, touchable hair.


7. What type of clothing do you prefer? Casual.

8. What is your favorite type of music? Beatles.

9. Do you believe in the paranormal, Ghosts, ESP, levitation, spoon bending? Not much. But I am open.

10. The most important question: Do you have a inie or outie belly button? Inie.

11. What kind of car do you drive? I don't drive.

 
12.
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun or The Boys Are Back in Town?   "When the working day is done, girls just wanna have fun."

13. Camping or the Ritz? The Ritz

14. What food are you craving RIGHT NOW . . . did you eat it? Corn flakes. And yes, I ate them.

15. The most thrilling place you've ever visited. Why? When I was very young I went to Paris and seeing the Arc de Triomphe was a gas.

16. If you could slip into the skin of one public figure--celebrity, artist,--who would it be? I think it would be great to be Jennifer Aniston. She's not only funny and gorgeous, she knows what John Mayer and Vince Vaughn and Brad Pitt are really like.

17. Look up from your computer. What do you see first? My TV

18. Sum up your philosophy of life in one sentence. You can borrow it from someone else, if you'd like. "Life is not fair, but it's fairer than death." William Goldman, The Princess Bride

19. Name the one thing you just don't understand about kids today. Rap

20. If you could steal one work of art from a museum or gallery, which would it be?
I wouldn't



Truth to tell

I really don't like being around my oldest nephew. He's immature and noisy, like a puppy who has yet to grow into his big paws, but he's nearly 25-freaking-years-old and it's just a bit much, you know?

He's very good to and for my mom, his grandma, so I'm glad he's spending as much time with her as he can before he goes off for his four years with the USN.

I feel guilty because he finds me so fascinating and so much fun and he likes arguing with me. But I do not like arguing with him and sometimes I would like to finish a sentence without being baited or disputed. Everything -- from where the Cubs will play in 2013 to Beatles' history -- was an "argument." He thinks it's funny and cute. I think he's an ass.

I feel guilty feeling this way. He is the entire family's pride and joy, ready to go serve his country, and I just want him to shut-the-fuck-up for one blessed moment.

What's worse, my younger nephew -- age 12 -- things his older cousin hangs the moon and joins the fray before I change the subject. "Well, Ga-al," he chimes in judgmentally, contributing something very 12-year-old-ish so naturally I never disputed it. He's a kid, after all.

I couldn't wait to get out of there. I know, shame on me. But if, today, I get through the day without speaking to anyone about anything, and not being disagreed with or corrected, I will be grateful.